Time passed so much more slowly than space.

By mid-morning a rain as fine as silk spills was weaving over the lake.

God, what pathetic creatures had inherited the earth, to walk a little while with their eyes upon the stars and turn their gaze too soon upon the ground that held their feet!

I don't see as it matters much how well you mean if it's harm you're doin'.

once a man had thrust his hands into the soil and knew the grit of it between his teeth, he felt something rise within him that was not of his day or generation, but had persisted through birth and death from a time beyond recall.

A sickness ... defines margins, crystallizes the shape of things.

Ah, life, life, how madly, how cruelly it raced along your pulses!